Humans

Some seek great fortune in their life on Earth,
Some want to perish as soon as they’re born.
Others embrace their journey with delight,
And others live with evil thoughts, deformed.

Some only seek the power which they think
Will give them something meaningful to hold,
Some seek the praises all others can give
And never stop to question what they’re told.

Some dare to dream and act upon their dreams,
Believing in themselves and having faith.
Others—so sceptical—think life only deceives
And feed their gloomy thoughts until too late.

Some seek the moment, never thinking twice
What legacy they’ll leave in this huge world,
While others never seem to have the time
To stop and smile, to cherish what they behold.

And only one or two in this enormous world
Won’t be forgotten when the sun of life then sets.
Ephemerality—the seal of passing mould,
Posterity—the blessing few possess.

– Patricia

Ephemerality

Eager to leave a trace behind on Earth,
Pharaohs and emperors, conquests, battles and wars.
Humans all try to leave their mark within this world:
Enticing paintings, stories to be told.
Music which purifies the burdened souls,
Ending the pain of being only mould.
Ruins of ancient works which fade away,
All memories of once glorious days,
Long gone and never to be seen again,
In passing winds becoming only clay.
They come and go—only a passing breath,
Yesterday: here, tomorrow: certain death.

– Patricia